P B Aerial Photography and 360 VR

11/09/2025

THIS IS A FIRST FOR ME.

"FIRST CHOUGH OVER THE EDGE"

Peeking down the wild cliff’s crown
Heart racing, hands tight
A flash of crimson bill, proud black,
Cornish chough in golden light.

Nest tangled in daring wildwood,
It cackles, bold and blest
A first-moment joy, camera singing
Catching magic on the nest.

06/09/2025

ONE EYED WOLFIE THE IRISH WOLFHOUND

Peer with him, beneath his mane,
The loyal heart you’ll never tame.
For Wolfie, watching, proud and free,
Keeps secrets only he can see.

01/09/2025

I’ll CALL THIS 22

It finds me often, number true,
In quiet moments, bright and new.
A clock face whispers, hands aligned,
A subtle pattern, neatly timed.

Two little ducks, the caller sings,
And laughter through the hallways rings.
A dance of chance, yet also fate,
The way 22 seems to wait.

It marks the pages of my days,
In gentle, unexpected ways.
A sign, a thread, a doorway through
And so, I’ll always call it 22.

31/08/2025

THE RED KITE A SUCCESS STORY

What a breathtaking sight a red kite soaring effortlessly against the backdrop of the British countryside!
Seeing these majestic birds in flight is a testament to one of the UK’s greatest conservation triumphs. Once on the edge of extinction here, red kites have made a dramatic comeback thanks to passionate efforts from conservationists and local communities.

FROM PERSECUTION TO PROSPERITY

Not long ago, spotting a red kite like this would have been almost impossible in England. But, through an ambitious reintroduction scheme starting in the 1990s, these elegant raptors reclaimed their place above our fields and woodlands, rising from just a handful of breeding pairs to thousands across the country today.

A SYMBOL OF HOPE

Every time a red kite wheels overhead, it reminds us of the power people have to restore and protect nature. Their story inspires hope for the return of other lost wildlife and proves just what’s possible when we work together to give nature a helping hand.

If this red kite inspires you, imagine the skies just a generation ago and appreciate how special it is to share our world with such spectacular birds again!

30/08/2025

Spent a fantastic day exploring the Nantwich Food Festival today! The town centre was buzzing with energy delicious food stalls, friendly faces, and plenty of fun for everyone. Loved seeing so many local businesses and residents out supporting this amazing annual event.

Here are a few photos from around town: people enjoying the vibrant market atmosphere, sampling some mouth-watering treats, and our local police keeping things safe with their usual good spirits. Nantwich really comes alive during the festival so much to see and taste.

Hope everyone else had as great a time as I did! If you’ve got any recommendations for stalls or favourite moments, share them below. Can’t wait for next year’s festival already!

28/08/2025

25/08/2025

HUNG OUT TO DRY

I was hung out to dry like a pair of socks,
Dangling limp in the window, facing the knocks
Of weather and time, and the curious eyes
Of the neighbors and pigeons that pass me by.

No gentle tumble in a sheltered machine,
Just pinned to my fate where I’m fully seen.
The sun might be kind and the breeze somewhat shy,
Yet here on this string, all I can do is try.

I flutter beside others each with their tale
Stripes next to polka dots, faded and pale.
Together we sway in the uncertain air,
A motley parade of troubles laid bare.

But with every gust, I feel just a bit lighter,
The worries, the wetness, the weight growing slighter.
So hang me up high if that's what life intends
Even socks, once dry, get to dance again!

21/08/2025

TAKEN ON TOM'S ’S WORD

Upon Tom’s wise instruction, here I stand,
Camera in hand, as sunbeams ribbon through
A summer-bright lane where shadows cool the land
A quiet bridge reflected in water’s gentle blue.

By the slow canal’s sleeping mirror,
A heron waits, slender, perfectly still
Fishing from the bank, the world drawing nearer
In the hush of reeds, beneath the trees’ green hill.

Gold from the sky tumbles over the grasses,
Warmth brushing feathers, dazzling the light,
While in patient silence, time gently passes—
Every ripple a promise in summer’s delight.

How wonderful it is, when the world feels right,
And a heron is fishing where water kisses light.

20/08/2025

Upon the pebbled shore in gentle hush,
Where shadows long and silent groves align,
The tide recedes with memories in the rush
A monochrome dream beneath a linen sky.

Wooden arms reach out in patient rows,
Guardians weathered by salt and time,
Ocean whispers secrets only the old beach knows
As hills in the distance braid dusk and rhyme.

Gulls drift silver, carved against the light,
No colour but the calm of ancient stone.
Here, the world unravels black and white
A stillness where the mind can walk alone.

Footsteps echo softer than the air,
Carried by a wind that's learned to wait.
Moments like these, fragile, haunting, rare
Life paused quietly in a tranquil state.

19/08/2025

FAR FROM THE CLIFFS

The rooks drift onward, shadows torn in flight,

Forsaking stone sentinels, those jagged, wind-scoured heights.

Beneath a bruised sky, their numbers coalesce

Dark scribbles on clouds, searchers longing for rest.

Each wingbeat a memory of hollowed coast and gale,

Now haunted by longing, they wander the veiled,

Threading through dusk on fate’s slender trace,

Each rook called forward—far from the cliffs, to a hidden resting place.

18/08/2025

THE RED-BILLED JESTER

Upon the cliffs of Cymru high,
Where seabirds wheel and breezes sigh,
There struts a chough, all black and neat,
With ruby bill and tap-danced feet.

He hops, he skips, he gives a twirl—
A feathered clown in circus whirl.
The gulls look on with jealous cries,
While puffins roll their painted eyes.

"O watch me now," the chough declares,
"I’m Fred Astaire of sea-salt airs!"
He bows so low, his tail goes fwip,
Then slides upon the grassy lip.

The tourists gasp, the sheep just chew,
(Not much impresses mountain ewes).
But still he dances, bold and proud,
His laughter ringing shrill and loud.

So if you wander Wales one day,
By ragged cliff or storm-tossed bay,
And hear a tap-tap on the stone—
A red-billed jester claims his throne.

13/08/2025

THE SHEEP AND THE MOORHEN

Along the banks where rushes sway,
The Sheep and Moorhen set out one day.
By the Montgomery’s silver thread,
They wandered where the towpath led.

The Sheep, with wool as soft as cloud,
Dreamed of meadows, bright and proud.
The Moorhen, spry with yellow feet,
Knew every hideaway and watery retreat.

They passed the locks with gentle flow,
Watched dragonflies put on a show.
They met old swans with tales to tell,
Of sunlit springs and winters fell.

Through Ellesmere and Frankton’s gate,
They chased the dawn, refused to wait.
From hedgerow shade to starlit gleam,
Adventure carried them, like a dream.

And though they roamed both near and far,
Home was still where their heartstrings are.
For every turn, each mile they knew,
Made friendship strong and spirits new.